Stoicxcat: Glad you love it! Hope you like this chapter it's sort of a set up for next chapter:)

Katiek28: Brittany finds out a little more about Santana in this chapter but soon Santana will be finding out a lot about Brittany;)

Guest: I know poor Britt is just too innocent for the likes of Santana but soon we will be seeing some different sides to Santana:)

Luceroderado: yeah I thought about writing that Brittany got a bruise from the slap but I didn't want you guys to think Santana was a monster or anything, it was still a slap but nothing too damaging. For someone like Brittany anything like that would be a shock anyway. Thanks for reviewing! Xx

Glee4ever123: hey! After this chapter they will be hanging out a lot more and some important things will be revealed….dun dun duhhh. Haha thanks for reviewing! Xx

Scarlettdancer: I'm so glad it's growing on you! I love that you always find time to review and give me feedback it's very much appreciated so I'm glad you're still reading this fic:) xx

Lanter: Yeah I wanted to do a fic completely different to my other ones, and Santana being an absolute bitch to Brittany was about as different as I could get haha

'Hello?'

'Hey it's Sam.'

You smile when you hear his cheeky voice on the other end of the line. You didn't really get to talk much yesterday because he had to work all day and then he had a family dinner later, so you're happy you get to hear his voice again.

'Hey Sam, how are you?' You say cheerily as you walk up the stairs to your apartment. They still haven't fixed the elevator. You wonder for a second if anyone has actually let maintenance know that there's a problem with it, but that thought doesn't get too far because Sam is talking back to you.

'Yeah good Brittany, hey sorry we didn't get to talk much yesterday, but uh how bout I make it up you?' He asks. 'Are you free tonight? I was thinking a movie, they're replaying Avatar at the complex.'

You quickly run through the rest of your day in your mind to see if you would be able to make it, even though you already know you can. When you get into the apartment you'll shower to wash the day off you, then maybe you'll…yeah you have nothing planned.

'I'd love to Sam!' You say excitedly. You haven't gone out in so long and just hung out with somebody.

'Great! Well can I come pick you up in like an hour?' He asks. You nod your head frantically as you start running up the remainder of the stairs. One hour?! What are you going to wear?!

'Uh Britt, you still there?' You hear Sam ask and suddenly you remember you didn't actually answer him.

'Oh, yes that sounds good! I'll text you the address.' You pant. These stairs are killing your legs that are already exhausted after a full day of dancing.

'Awesome, see ya soon Brittany.' Sam replies.

'Bye Sam.' You quickly end the call and stride up the last few steps to your apartment. You fiddle with the keys until finally you get the door open and you race inside.

You type out a message to Sam explaining your address as you head for the bathroom. You strip off your dancing clothes faster than switching off a light bulb and you jump into the shower.

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In the end you manage to finish getting ready right as the doorbell is ringing. You crinkle your brow for a second because you didn't even realise your apartment had a doorbell, but then again no one really swings by so it makes sense.

You run to the bathroom for one last check in the mirror. Your hair is down and straight, you're wearing tight blue jeans and a silk black shirt. You wish you had more options to choose from for tonight but the only 'going out' clothes you brought were this and a tight red dress, and you figured the dress was a bit too over the top for a movie. Plus you don't even know if this is a date or if Sam was just inviting you because he likes your company, you really didn't want to make a fool of yourself.

When you open up the apartment door and see Sam standing there in jeans and a button down white shirt, you let out a sigh of relief because you definitely made the right choice.

'Hey Sam, you look nice.' You say. You didn't think you would be nervous but you find yourself heating up as he smiles at you and you start to think maybe this is a date, that just makes you more nervous.

'So do you ma'lady.' He smiles and holds out his arm for you to take. 'Shall we?'

You giggle at his dorkyness and loop your arm through his. 'We shall.'

You end up taking a cab to the movies which is fine because Sam pays for the fare, you blush a little when he does that because he must have remembered that you don't really have a lot of money.

It's only when he pays for your movie ticket and popcorn that you realise this is most definitely a date, and you are so totally okay with that. You've never really gone on a date before, you had a bit of a serious boyfriend in highschool, Artie, but he never actually took you out anywhere. Mostly you stayed in his room and versed each other in Call Of Duty. It was fun for a while but Artie was a bit more into it then you were and it got boring after a while.

So when Sam gestures for you to pick a seat you giggle like a little girl and race right to the back. The back is the best place to sit because if the movie is really boring you can just watch all the other people in the cinema and laugh at the silly faces they make when funny stuff happens on screen.

You hoped it wouldn't have to come to that but if you're being honest, you definitely ended up watching peoples faces for more time than you were actually watching the screen. You kept wanting to ask Sam questions about the movie because you didn't really understand why sometimes the guy was human and then sometimes he looked like a blue alien, it was confusing, but every time you looked at Sam he had his mouth open in awe and his eyes glued open like he didn't want to miss a second. So instead you just kind of sat there and nibbled on the popcorn while you scanned around the theatre for funny looking people.

When the movie finally finished you were relieved because you'd run out of popcorn and had started picking at the fabric on the arm rests to entertain yourself.

'That was even better the eighth time.' Sam gasped in awe as the credits begin to roll.

You looked at him and furrowed your brow. He'd seen that movie eight times now? You don't really understand how he can sit and watch that over and over again. Maybe Avatar was to him like Beauty and the Beast was to you? you could watch that movie any time of the day and not get sick of it.

'Did you like it?' Sam asks unexpectedly. He had spent the last three hours not talking so you kind of forgot that you were on a date and had to like, talk and stuff. The movie was okay but you probably wouldn't see it again, you don't want to hurt his feelings though because he clearly loves it.

'Yeah it was great, everything looked so cool.' You nod, and it did look cool with all the bright colours and everything, but you wouldn't go see it another seven times that's for sure. Sam seems impressed with your answer though.

'James Cameron.' He smiles. 'Genius.'

You nod your head in agreement even though you have absolutely no idea what he's talking about. Maybe he was an actor in the movie or something.

'Ready to go?' Sam asks.

'Yep.' You smile and hop up from your seat. Sam laughs at your excitement and follows you out of the theatre. When you get out you quickly reach for your phone from your back pocket and turn it on. It's rude to have your phone on in a movie theatre.

Almost instantly you receive a message from Santana. It makes you smile seeing her name spread out across your phone.

FromSantana: I'm home. Where are you?

You feel a hand on your back as you type out a response, you think it must be Sam guiding you through the crowds to the exit so you don't worry about looking up to see where you're going.

ToSantana: At the movies with Sam:)

You look up when you feel a chill air hit your face and you see that you're outside. Sam guides you to the cab rank and you wait for one to pass by. Sam puts his arms around you as you wait and you hum into his chest because he's really warm compared to the icy cold air.

By the time he flags down a cab your phone buzzes with a reply.

FromSantana: As your housemate shouldn't you have told me about this?;) Are you coming home tonight?

You roll your eyes playfully with a smile because she was echoing back your words to her just a couple of days ago. You want to reply with something smart like 'No I won't be coming home tonight because I'm taking your advice and going to get laid' but then you remember what Rachel said, you remember how she doesn't like sleeping alone. So instead of being a smarty pants, you quickly type out a response which won't leave her feeling anxious.

ToSantana: I'll be back soon.

'Britt, are you coming?'

You look up to see that Sam is already in the cab with the door open waiting for you to hop inside.

'Oh, yes!' You say and quickly hop in beside him. Imagine if the cab had left without you, you wouldn't have been able to find your way home at night in the dark.

On the way back to your apartment building Sam asks you if you want to have lunch tomorrow and you happily agree. It's so nice to have a friend in this city. You're so excited you think about how maybe tomorrow when Sugar goes for lunch you can tell her that you have a lunch date also, so you don't feel like such a loser.

When the cab pulls up to your place you get a little nervous again. You had a really good time tonight but you're still tired from earlier and you kind of hope Sam doesn't want to come up with you. So, even though you feel guilty, you just don't offer.

'I had fun tonight.' You say instead and Sam quickly agrees. 'Um, so I guess I'll see you tomorrow?'

'Sure will.' Sam smiles. Then he leans over the back seat and you think he's going to kiss you. You just sit still because you can't make up your mind if you want him to kiss you or not. It feels like forever before his big lips are finally touching your skin, you close your eyes in relief when you feel he is kissing your cheek. You don't know why you didn't want him to kiss you on the lips, maybe it was just too fast at the moment. 'Sweet dreams Brittany.'

You smile as he pulls back and you reach for the door handle. 'Goodnight Sam.'

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You bounce up the flights of stairs to your apartment. Giddy with joy that your date actually went pretty well. But what makes you even happier is that you won't be coming home to an empty apartment, Santana will be there waiting for you. Well, probably not waiting anxiously for your arrival, but she'll be there.

You open your apartment door and walk inside with a huge grin on your face, you can feel it spread across your cheeks, you think maybe your face will be sore tomorrow from smiling so big. You were kind of nervous on the date and in the car but now you're on this massive high and all you want to do is find Santana and talk about your night.

Since the apartment is so damn small, it takes you all of five seconds to find her. She's standing in the kitchen with her back towards you. She's still in her work uniform so you take a moment to gaze at her legs while you walk to the counter. You wish you were as tan as her, you wonder how she keeps her skin so dark when the sun is barely ever out in New York.

When you take a seat on one of the bar stools she finally turns around and acknowledges your presence. The smile that you had falls quickly when you see what's in her hand.

'Puck's not coming over tonight?' You ask quietly as you eye the scotch bottle she's holding. Santana doesn't seem to be confused by your question because she just shakes her head and returns back to the counter where she's pouring herself a glass of scotch. At least she's using a glass this time.

'Nope, visiting his little bro for a few days.' She says. You notice her hand is a little unsteady as the bottle clinks against the glass when she pours her drink. You frown and wonder if maybe you should say something, you don't want a repeat of last time. 'So, how was your date with the check-out chick?'

She distracts you for a moment with that question because now your mind is racing back through your date with Sam and you find yourself smiling.

'Good, we went and saw Avatar!' You say happily and start swinging from side to side on your stool. You hear Santana snort as she re-caps her bottle and places it on the counter.

'That movie blows.' She chuckles and brings the glass of scotch to her lips. You kind of feel the need to defend Sam's choice in movie but you can't help but agree with her so you decide not to say anything. 'Are you going out again?'

You nod your head and smile. You like that Santana is actually taking an interest in your life for a change, you don't think you've ever talked so much before, it's kinda nice. 'We're meeting for lunch tomorrow.'

Santana raises her eyebrows and takes another sip of her drink. 'He doesn't waste any time does he?'

You're about to say something to defend Sam but then Santana is downing the rest of her drink and you find your mouth hanging open in shock. That was like…a full glass of scotch. You can almost feel the alcohol stinging your nostrils and you haven't even had any! You don't know how Santana can even stand the taste. Your dad let you have a glass of scotch with him on Christmas eve one time while you watched the Carols on tv, you were fifteen and you've never touched the stuff since, it made your heart feel all warm and your head fuzzy.

You bring your attention back to Santana when you hear another clink of her glass. She's pouring herself another one. You frown because she certainly doesn't need anymore, she's already staggering.

'Am I going to find you passed out in the bathroom again tomorrow?' You ask quickly before your mind can even stop the words pouring out.

You jump a little in your seat when Santana places the bottle back on the counter heavily and spins around to face you.

'What the fuck is that supposed to mean?' She growls.

You feel yourself shrink back into your seat at her glare. Your face heats up when she looks at you like that, actually your face just always heats up whenever she looks at you, she probably thinks you always look like that or something.

'I…you're drunk.' You stutter out, avoiding her gaze.

'So?' You hear her chuckle darkly. 'Look Sunshine if I wanted to live by someone elses rules I wouldn't have been expelled from fucking boarding school alright.'

Your head snaps up on reflex when she says that and you can almost see the regret in her eyes. Her mouth and eyes go wide for a second like she had just said something she shouldn't have, but then just as quickly she's bringing her glass back to her lips and relaxing as the alcohol surges through her system.

You want to smile because she has finally told you something about her, she's such a closed book all the time but now she herself has just told you something, you didn't even have to hear it off Rachel. You wonder if Rachel even got this far with Santana in their relationship?

You want to know more, you want her to keep talking and divulge all her life secrets to you, you want to hear it all.

'You got expelled from boarding school?' You prompt. You want to know why, how, when? You want to know where she went to school, who was her favourite teacher, what was she like at school, did she have many friends, what were their names, what did her uniform look like?

'I'm going to bed.' She answers instead, and just like that all the hope and excitement leaves your body like a wave of disappointment just dumped over you.

You watch helplessly as Santana turns around, snatches the bottle of scotch from the counter, and struggles back to her room.

You make a mental note to listen out for the bathroom door opening tonight, you probably won't be getting much sleep anyway.

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The next morning you wake up and the first thing you do is race to the bathroom. You didn't hear the door open at all last night but you still need to find out if your housemate is okay. When you burst through the door you scan the bathroom quickly, it doesn't take long because there's only a shower, a toilet, and a sink. You let out a breath of relief when there is no sign of Santana passed out on the floor, in fact there's no real sign that she came in here at all last night. Hopefully that means she didn't get drunk enough to have to throw up.

For a second you consider knocking on her door to really make sure she is still alive and okay but then you remember how shocked Rachel was that you had been in her room, obviously she doesn't really like that.

Deciding that there's nothing more you can do, you walk slowly back to your room, and get dressed in your dance outfit.

When you arrive at your spot Sugar is already there and entertaining a little boy and his mom that had stopped to watch. You quickly take off your cardigan and place it in front of you, taking out a few coins from your shorts pocket and dropping them on the garment so people know where to put their money. You're hoping for a good day today. Ever since Santana and Puck ate all your groceries you've only really been buying meals when you're hungry because you don't want to keep too much food in the house. But since Puck is away for a couple of nights maybe it would be safe enough to buy some groceries, you could even just hide some in your room.

You decide that after your lunch date with Sam today you could follow him back to work and quickly run some groceries home before coming back and finishing off the day. That means you have to absolutely kill these morning crowds though. But you think you can do it because you've been practising some new cool moves lately and you think people will be really impressed.

Sugar's playing 'Wild One' and you smile at her because you love this song. You start off slow because you want to come into the song in chorus. You can see a few people stopping and watching you curiously, wondering what you're about to do and you close your eyes so you don't get too nervous.

That's when it happens. It's building up to the chorus and you go to spin to gain some momentum but you're thinking too much about the move you want to do and you lose your footing. Your feet land on the ground with a thud and your left ankle rolls outwards until your knee collapses, bringing you down to the ground.

The people around you gasp, and a couple ask if you're okay but when you say you're fine they gladly keep on walking. You can hear the music cut out as you try to stand up but you scream out in pain when you put the tiniest amount of weight on your left foot.

'Brittany, hey you alright?' You look up in pain to see Sugar standing over you. You want to tell her you're fine but you think if you try to speak you'll probably burst out in tears so instead you just shake your head, no you're not alright.

'Come on sweety I'll take you home, you can't dance on that today.' Sugar says nicely and kneels down further to help you up. You want to shake your head and say you're okay to dance but you know you're not. You're so mad at yourself because you just wasted a whole day, or more, of earning money just because you lost focus for a second.

You want to cry but you don't want to do that in front of Sugar so you suck in your bottom lip and will yourself to keep it together. You feel sorry for Sugar because she's basically supporting your entire body weight and she's about half the size of you. You don't know where she's taking you but you don't really care at this moment.

'My cardigan.' You mumble quietly because you don't want to leave it behind to get stolen.

'Don't worry, Rory will look after our stuff.' Sugar explains. You scrunch up your brow because you've never met a Rory before, it could be the Irish man who stands a couple of metres down the street doing card tricks but you're not sure. You wonder if Rory ever gets invited to lunch with Sugar.

Eventually Sugar leads you to her car and she asks for your address. You tell her and hop in the passenger seat. You're a little confused how she can afford a car but still works on the streets, when you ask her she says she just loves the atmosphere and you nod because that's true, it is pretty cool seeing everybody pass by and you can just pretend they're all there for you.

You thank Sugar greatly when she helps you up your apartment stairs as well and then she even helps you into the apartment. You think maybe she is a friend afterall, this is the kind of things friends would do for each other. You ask her to help you to the couch because you don't want her to see that you don't have a bed in your room.

'Thanks Sugar.' You say when she places you on the couch and she makes you elevate your leg on the coffee table.

'That's okay, trust me I know how you feel I've had that many sprained ankles over the years I can barely count them. Rest that leg okay and put some ice on it.' She says.

You nod your head and thank her again. You'll rest it sure, but you can't really afford let alone be bothered to go and find some ice. But you don't tell her that, she's done enough by helping you home.

'Okay well I'm gonna get back and save our stuff from Rory, I'll give you your things when I see you next yeah?'

'Okay, yeah that sounds good.' You smile.

When Sugar leaves you let out a sigh of frustration and turn on the tv, deciding there's not much more you can do for the rest of the day. It makes you mad that you could let this happen. You've got enough money for this weeks rent but not much else. Looks like you won't be buying those groceries today.

'Oh Sam!' You remember and quickly pull out your phone. You type out a message to him explaining you won't be able to meet him for lunch. He replies straight away saying that's cool, maybe another day. You're glad he doesn't seem too upset because you kind of like him and you want him to like you too.

The rest of the day goes by super slowly. You end up watching tv for most it and trying not to think about food. Later in the night you hobble your way into your room before you get too tired to move. You plonk yourself down on your makeshift bed on the floor and stretch out your legs. Now you can really see the damage you've done. Your left ankle is about twice the size of your right and every time you move it an inch you groan in pain. Great.

At about eleven you get a text from Santana and sigh in relief because she must have finished work.

FromSantana: Leaving work now.

You smile because soon you'll be able to go to sleep and forget about your leg for a while. It's just fifteen minutes late when you hear Santana come home.

You sit up a little when you hear more footsteps and voices follow her. You know it can't be Puck because he's away so you furrow your brow in concern.

'Dude where's your housemate?' One of them says, he sounds like a bit of a surfer dude or something.

'Joe don't take that shit out until I close the front door.' You hear Santana curse. You tilt your head in curiosity because you wonder what they must have that they don't want others to see. Maybe it's a secret. 'She's probably in her room.'

You hear the door close and then another man is talking. This one seems more smooth with his voice.

'Will she do a line with us?' The man asks. You furrow your brow further. What are they talking about?

'Maybe if it's a line of fucking rainbows.' Santana snorts. You frown because that was kind of mean.

'Go get her, I need to meet this girl.' You hear a girl say who sounds nothing like Santana. She's laughing loudly but you don't know why. A moment later you hear a knock at your door and you freeze.

'Sunshine.' Santana's voice sounds through the door. 'You in there? There's some people I want you to meet.'

You panic. You don't know whether to tell her to go away or to pretend you 're not home. She can probably already see that your light is on so she must know you're here. You shuffle around on the floor for a second to make your way to the door before she can open it but as soon as you try to move your foot aches in pain and you fall back onto the floor. Shit.

'I can't.' You end up saying poorly because she's still knocking insistently on your door. Damn it, now she definitely knows you're here. You really don't want her to see your room, and where you've been sleeping all this time. What would she think of you then? She'd probably laugh at you.

'What?' She says. You know she must be confused. 'I'm coming in so stop blowing Sam.'

'No!' You shout, but it's too late, the door is already swinging open. You watch in embarrassment as her face screws up in confusion.

'What the…'

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Uh oh…

Next chapter Santana is going to learn a few things about Brittany, how do you think she'll react?

Any guesses about why she was expelled from boarding school?

Ps the people Santana brought home were Joe, Sebastian, and Tina(Goth version).